Before we knew what love meant

Name: Before we knew what love meant
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Kanji

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It started the way most first loves do-quietly, almost like an accident. One moment, they were just classmates sharing glances across the room, and the next, it felt like the world shifted every time they were near each other. It wasn't the kind of love built on perfect lines or grand gestures. It was awkward, soft, sometimes clumsy-but it was real. She didn't expect him to matter. He was just the boy who sat behind her in math, the one who always seemed to be late but somehow knew exactly what to say when she needed someone to talk to. He didn't expect her either. She wasn't the loudest, or the most popular, but something about the way she saw the world made him want to see it with her. They learned what love wasn't before they ever figured out what it was. There were moments of silence that felt too long, fights that didn't make sense, and heartbreaks that came before any real promises were ever made. But in between the confusion, they found something worth remembering-a kind of love that only happens once, because it's the first. This is a story about growing up and falling in love without knowing how to do either. About holding hands for the first time and not realizing it would be something you'd miss years later. About two people who met too young to know what forever meant, but old enough to believe in it anyway.

Adolescence Fantasy First love Fairy Attractive

Chapter 5 The unsaid things

06-13 04:28

Chapter 1 The way he looked at me

The first time I saw him, he wasn't doing anything special. Just sitting on the steps outside the science block, biting on the end of a pencil like he was trying to solve the mystery of the universe. I walked past him a hundred times that semester, but that day was the first time I really noticed him. Something about the way he tilted his head when he listened. Or maybe it was how he smiled at his own thoughts, like they told him jokes no one else could hear.

I was carrying a stack of books-trying to look like I had somewhere important to be-when he looked up and met my eyes. Just one second. Not too long, not too short. But long enough that I looked away too quickly and cursed myself for being so obvious.

I told myself it was nothing. Just another face in the crowd. But that night, I lay in bed trying to remember the color of his shirt. I couldn't. But I remembered his expression-calm, open, like the world didn't owe him an explanation.

I didn't even know his name yet.

Funny how a heart can whisper before a mind catches up.

By the end of the week, I knew his routine. He always sat there after lunch. Alone, never in a hurry. I told myself I wasn't watching him. Just... noticing. The way you notice the sky when it changes. You don't always know what it means, but you feel it anyway.

I think that's when it started. Before we said hello. Before we knew what love meant.